For the last few weeks I’ve been exceptionally quiet on the blog. Lent was full of trials and pain for me, which was then miraculously followed by the rebirth (liturgically/personally/emotionally) of Easter, reminding me more than ever before that He- and we- are risen. A priest at my parish says that “we are not commemorating a history, we are celebrating a mystery” and that has never seemed more true to me than it has this year. However, I’m afraid that in all the messy experience of life-death-resurrection, I haven’t had much time to blog about it.
Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the crucifixion of the child molestation scandal currently rocking our church. What possible resurrection could come out of this horrible betrayal? However, every time I sit down to write about it, I find myself so angry, frustrated, confused and defensive that I can’t seem to write anything but a stream of obscenities.
While I attempt to cleanse my language and organize my thoughts, I wanted to repost some wisdom that I stumbled upon through facebook. Meredith Gould posted a beautiful reflection on Paul Campell’s blog on the question “Why do you choose to stay in the Catholic church when it appears to be in crisis?” and Paul then responded to the same question on her blog.
Both of these reflections tackle the question with more grace, wisdom and honesty than I’m capable of, and I would recommend them to any other Catholic struggling with that question (and I believe it’s a question we’re all obligated to struggle with at least a little).
I’ll let you know when I have something worked out. In the meantime, paz.
